Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

The moment Samantha's back met the wall, Don's mouth crashed against hers—hot, insistent, swallowing her surprised gasp.

Mwah~ His tongue slid between her lips before she could catch her breath, the taste of him flooding her senses as her fingers tangled in his hair.

Ngh~ The towel between them had slipped, his cock now pressing directly against her damp panties, the heat searing through the thin fabric.

Ah~! Her hips jerked at the contact, her thighs squeezing tighter around his waist as his hands roamed down to grip her ass—kneading, pulling her harder against his length.

'Goodness, he feels so hard… and thick. I'm going crazy…'

The thought burned through Samantha's mind as Don's cock pressed insistently against her, this thickness hot against damp panties.

Her thighs trembled around his waist, the wet fabric clinging to her folds with every slight shift of his hips.

Ah~

Their kiss was sloppy, tongues sliding messily together—saliva slicking her lips, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.

Their feverish kiss grew sloppier, Samantha's glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose with every tilt of her head.

Ngh~ A string of saliva connected their lips as Don suddenly pulled back, his hands tightening under her thighs to keep her pinned against the wall.

"Mm—ah…?" Samantha's dazed whimper escaped as he adjusted his grip, carefully lowering her just enough to reach for her glasses. His fingers brushed the flushed skin of her cheeks as he slid them off, their eyes locking—hers bright with lust, his pupils blown wide.

Before he could speak, ah~! a ragged groan tore from Don's throat.

Looking down, Don was surprised to see Samantha moving her hips to sandwich his cock between them. The tip slipped between her thighs with ease, her slick arousal and his precum making the transition effortlessly.

Ah~

Samantha moaned softly, her eyes locked onto his as she rolled her hips, grinding his length against her soaked panties. The fabric clung to her folds, growing damper with every shift—her wetness smearing along his shaft in glistening streaks.

Ngh~

Don's breath hitched as she squeezed her thighs tighter, the heat of her body wild against him.

Samantha's actions drove Don crazy, the sight of her flushed innocent face staring at him sparked something fierce in him.

With a quick motion he tossed her glasses over to the dresser near his bed, using his telekinesis to steadily lower it on the surface.

He then suddenly brought a hand forward and wrapped it around her neck.

"Ah~!"

The sudden pressure of Don's fingers circling her throat sent a jolt through Samantha's body—her pulse hammering wildly against his palm as her breath hitched.

His grip wasn't rough, but it was firm, possessive, the heat of his skin branding her as she instinctively arched against him.

"Ngh—!"

Her hands flew up, fingers curling reflexively, but Don caught them before they could tangle in his hair again and held them there with his other hand.

Ngh~

Samantha's hips didn't stop—only slowed, the slick drag of her damp panties against his cock sending hot, sticky friction between them.

His grip around her throat tightened just enough to make her breath stutter, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath his fingers.

Ah~

She didn't pull away. Didn't resist. Just tilted her head back, lips parting as Don crushed his mouth against hers again, his tongue plunging deep—slrrp~—sloppy and wet, saliva dripping down her chin.

Samantha couldn't help but roll her eyes back a little, her lashes fluttering as Don's grip on her throat sent another dizzying wave of heat through her.

'He's so aggressive… but in a gentle way… it's driving me insane. He's making me his.'

Her thoughts blurred as their kiss deepened again—slrrp~—tongues sliding wetly, saliva dripping down her chin in thicker strands.

Even as their lips crashed together again and again—slrrp~—their moans tangled messily between them, half-formed words breaking apart into ragged gasps.

"Ah—D-Don—! Sweetie… you're me making me huff~, Mn~"

Samantha's whimper vibrated against his tongue, her voice muffled by the wet slide of his mouth, her hips still rolling in slow motions against his cock.

"…you taste… huff~ amazing."

Samantha's cheeks burned hotter at Don's ragged whisper, her lips still glistening with their shared saliva.

She could feel his cock twitch against her soaked panties, the thick ridge of his tip catching on the damp fabric as she rocked her hips—smearing her slick arousal along his length.

Ah~

His grip on her throat tightened just enough to make her breath hitch, his thumb pressing into the flutter of her pulse.

Before Don could say anything more, Samantha added some words of her own.

"D-Donnie I… I want to feel you in my mouth."

The words tumbled from Samantha's lips, her voice breathless and sticky with arousal—so unlike the flustered woman who'd hesitated before.

Don broke the kiss with a wet smack~ after Samantha's words, his fingers sliding from her throat to cup her flushed cheek instead.

His thumb traced the slightly swollen curve of her lower lip, smearing their mingled saliva in glistening streaks.

Mmh~

Samantha's tongue flicked out instinctively, lapping at the pad of his thumb before sealing her lips around it—slrrp~—sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing as she swirled her tongue along the ridges of his fingerprint.

Ngh~

Don's cock jerked against her panties, his breath hitching as he watched her.

Don watched her for a moment, her hips still grinding in slowly against his cock—her large breasts bouncing beneath the silk fabric with every breathless pant~, the damp material clinging to her flushed skin.

Ah~

His thumb slipped from her mouth with a wet pop~, a string of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to his fingertip before snapping.

Without breaking eye contact, Don's hands slid up her sides, fingers tracing the hem of her silk top before gripping it firmly.

"Lift."

The single word, rough with need, made Samantha's thighs tremble.

Samantha's cheeks burned crimson as she obeyed, lifting her arms slowly—her fingers trembling slightly as the silk moved over her flushed skin.

Rustle.

Don yanked the top free, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Her breasts bounced free—full, heavy, still swaying from the motion, pink nipples pebbled tight from the cool air and sheer arousal.

Jiggle~

Ah~

A shaky exhale escaped her as Don's hands immediately claimed her bare flesh, his palms rough and warm as they molded around her curves.

Don only held her for a moment before his hands left her breasts with a wet smack of sweat-slicked skin.

His thick cock slipped free from between her trembling thighs with a lewd, sticky sound—schlrp~—the glistening length now fully exposed, twitching and dripping with her arousal.

A-ah~

Samantha's breath hitched as she watched his hand wrap around his cock, his fingers dragging slowly up his shaft—smearing her slickness along his veined flesh—before squeezing the swollen tip, a thick bead of pre-cum glistening at the slit.

"It's hard for you," Don growled, his fingers tightening around his slick cock, thumb smearing the glistening pre-cum leaking from his flushed tip.

His voice was low, rough—almost reverent—as he watched her.

A-ah~

Samantha's breath stuttered at his words, her teeth sinking into her lower lip—just a little—enough to feel the sharp pressure before releasing with a soft pop~.

Her thighs trembled, the heat between them unbearable now, sticky wetness trickling down her inner thighs in slow, teasing rivulets.

She gulped before muttering, "I'll take care of it, sweetie..."

A shaky exhale escaped her lips as she sank to her knees, the floor cool against her bare skin.

Her fingers trembled where they rested on Don's thighs, her nails digging in just slightly as she steadied herself.

His cock stood thick and flushed before her, glistening with her own slick—pre-cum beading at the tip, a single droplet trembling before rolling lazily down his shaft.

Ah~

Samantha pressed her lips together, tongue darting out to wet them before she leaned in, her breath hot against his length.

Don expected Samantha to show her usual skills at fellatio, but he was surprised by her next actions.

Her fingers first wrapped and tightened around Don's shaft, her grip firm enough to make his cock twitch against her palm—throb~—a fresh bead of pre-cum welling at the tip.

She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the thick veins twitching under her touch as she dragged her thumb slowly along the underside.

Ah~